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AI art 'Anara getting in on the trend' with user description 'I never expected the mirror selfie from last time to blow up the way it has.
I hit 500 followers so soon after reaching the 400 milestone, and had my first post that got over 350 likes.

A big thank you to everyone again (You must be getting sick of me saying it so often.)
Please enjoy Anara's Mirror Selfies, and her first time trying anal :)'

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Anara getting in on the trend

AI art "You are worth the wait"

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You are worth the wait

AI art "CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”"

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CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”

AI art "Iommi Knows What You Like"

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Iommi Knows What You Like

AI art '📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test' with user description 'Reference image test

I recently saw this hot sexy mirror selfie pose 🔥 in a photo - sitting, hands hooked under the knees - and I wanted to replicate it using a prompt. Impossible, no matter what I tried. Nada! 🤔

So I tried using that pic as a reference image just for the sake of the pose and completely changed the setting and added a hoodie with cat ears. Though, not the best results, but it works (no negative prompt, no mods). So which of the 12 is the best one? 😏

Uodate: @zesoul crafted the prompt that works 👍'

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📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test

AI art '😻 Kittens, Batch 2' with user description 'Because I have like a billion of them 😏'

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😻 Kittens, Batch 2

AI art 'feet' for prompt: 'pussy, from below,no shoes,bare feet,feet focus, lying, looking down'

feet

AI art "Walkies with Anya"

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Walkies with Anya

AI art 'NEKOPARA Vol. 0' with user description 'Suddenly I realized that I don't have to "play" Nekopara games and wait hours just for a few special scenes! I can draw them! I'm a f*cking genius! Slow thinking, but genius! 💡😁'

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NEKOPARA Vol. 0

AI art '😻 Procrastination, Overtime' with user description 'This kitten likes to work overtime 🍧😏'

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😻 Procrastination, Overtime

AI art 'Fern Gangbang' with user description 'The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting long shadows across the forest floor. Fern walked a half-step behind Frieren, her expression as stoic and unreadable as ever. However, there was a certain tension in the way she gripped her staff.
"Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice steady but carrying a distinct weight. "Do you remember the village of Kalla? The one with the white stone church we passed during the autumn harvest? You were busy looking for a grimoire that turned sour milk into sweet cream."
Frieren hummed, poking at a patch of moss. "I remember the milk. It didn't work very well. Why do you ask, Fern? Did you leave something behind?"
"It’s not that," Fern replied, her gaze fixed on the back of Frieren’s head. "I was thinking about the festival they were holding. The 'Day of Impregnation.' I had gone into the church to offer a prayer. I didn't realize that entering on that specific day carried... certain obligations."
Frieren stopped, her large emerald eyes blinking slowly. "Obligations? I don't recall that in the historical records. Was it a mana-based ritual?"
"In a sense," Fern said, her voice dropping. "The doors locked behind me. I was surrounded by the men of the village—the blacksmith, the baker’s sons, even the magistrate. They told me that as a traveler, I was to be the vessel for the village’s prosperity. Naturally, my first instinct was to eliminate the threat. I raised my staff to cast a wide-range Zoltraak."
Frieren tilted her head. "And? Your casting speed is impressive. Did you miss?"
"It didn't work," Fern said, a flush of crimson creeping up her neck. "My mana felt suppressed, as if the air in the church acted as a dampener. Every spell simply flickered and died. I was powerless. And that was when they began. They didn't rush me like monsters; they moved with terrifying, rhythmic patience. They started with my outer robe, ripping the heavy fabric away in jagged strips. They pinned me against the cold stone of the altar."
Fern took a deep breath. "They were methodical, Mistress. They ripped my clothes off little by little. When they reached my legs, they didn't just remove my socks—they shredded the fabric slowly. One of them grabbed my feet. He began to lick the arches of my feet with a perverted intensity. At first, I felt nothing but icy rage. I wanted to kill them all."
Frieren leaned on her staff. "Licking feet... that’s a very specific human behavior. Did they explain the magical significance?"
"They didn't explain anything," Fern continued. "The stripping continued until I was bare. Then the real ritual began. They moved from my feet to the actual act. It was relentless. Anal, vaginal... they rotated through me with mechanical fervor. I was being stretched and filled by the village’s strongest men, one after another, until every part of me ached from their weight. And the strangest thing happened, Mistress. As the hours passed and the resistance in my mind crumbled under the physical intensity, I stopped trying to find a way to cast spells. The rage didn't disappear, but it was overtaken. I found that I started to like the sensation of being completely overwhelmed. My body began to respond to them in a way that my mind found repulsive."
Frieren went back to looking at a beetle, her voice calm. "I see. It’s a common occurrence, Fern. When the conscious mind recognizes that resistance is impossible, the nervous system often switches to a state of forced adaptation. Or, more simply, humans are designed to find pleasure in acts that ensure their continuation. If you liked it, it means your body was functioning correctly. It’s not a failure of character; it’s just biology. It’s quite efficient."
Fern huffed, her stoic mask cracking. "You are being far too casual about this! I was being used as a communal vessel! And you’re talking about 'biological efficiency'?"
"Well," Frieren said, starting to walk again. "You didn't die, and you gained a deeper understanding of human ritualism. Plus, you admitted you enjoyed it once you stopped fighting. In the grand span of a thousand years, a single afternoon in a church is just a small, slightly messy memory."
Fern stared at her, then let out a frustrated sigh. "You really are a pervert, Mistress Frieren. A cold, calculating pervert."
"Perhaps," Frieren replied. "But at least you didn't have to worry about your laundry that day. Ripped clothes are easier to replace. We should hurry; there’s a town ahead with a spell for making invisible ink visible. That’s much more exciting than talking about your feet."
Fern followed, her face still red. "I hate you sometimes, Mistress."
"I know," Frieren said softly. "That’s what makes you a good apprentice."'

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Fern Gangbang

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'Dragon Ball Girls'

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Dragon Ball Girls

AI art "Danganronpa 2 aquarium"

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Danganronpa 2 aquarium

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AI art 'Kirigiri Casting' with user description 'The evening air at the secluded beach was heavy with the scent of salt and the rhythmic crashing of the tide against the jagged rocks. Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective, stood on the cooling sand, her signature lavender hair caught in the breeze. She had traded her high-collared jacket for a simple, translucent wrap, though she still wore her black studded gloves—a final barrier of mystery she wasn't yet ready to shed.
The Casting Transcript: Kyoko Kirigiri (The Ultimate Detective)
1. Identity: Name, age, and job?
"Kyoko Kirigiri. I am 18 years old. As for my job... I solve mysteries. I look for the truth beneath the lies, no matter how uncomfortable that truth might be."
2. Dreams: What do you want for your future?
"To find the answers that were stolen from me. To live a life where I don't have to be afraid of my own vulnerabilities. I want to know what it feels like to lose control without losing myself."
3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love?
"I enjoy logic puzzles and Sudoku. For movies, I prefer noir classics like The Maltese Falcon or modern psychological thrillers like Se7en. As for anime, Monster is a masterpiece of human depravity and redemption. It keeps my mind sharp."
4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters?
"I admire Sherlock Holmes for his dedication to the truth. I also find C.C. from Code Geass intriguing—her immortality and detachment resonate with me in ways I’m still investigating."
5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect?
"Investigation requires data. I have spent my life observing human nature from the outside. I want to experience the most extreme physical sensations possible—to see if my logic can survive a total sensory override. I expect a physical challenge that leaves no room for deduction."
6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex?
"A 9. While I appear cold, the heat of an intense physical encounter is the only thing that truly quiets the noise in my head. It is a logical necessity for my well-being."
7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"?
"'EVIDENCE.' If I say that, the investigation is closed and you must withdraw immediately."
8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def?
"The camera does not lie. Capture everything in 8K. I want to review the footage later to see the exact moment my composure breaks."
9. The Agreement: Describe the scene?
"A moonlit beach. One man—physically imposing, standing well over two meters tall. He must possess... substantial equipment. I want to be handled with a raw, primal force that ignores my status. I want to be filled until I am physically changed—left gaped and open like a hollow space, unable to close even after he is finished."
The Scene: "The Detective’s Open Case"
The moon hung high, a pale witness to the encounter on the shore. Kyoko lay back on a dark silk blanket spread over the sand. Towering over her was the man she had requested—a literal giant of a human, his shadow completely engulfing her pale frame. When he revealed himself, his member was a colossal, pulsing vein of power that made even the stoic detective’s eyes widen in silent calculation.
"Show me the truth," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the waves.
The scene was an exercise in extreme physical displacement. He didn't just enter her; he invaded her. Kyoko’s 18-year-old body was pushed to its structural limits as he drove into her Vaginally, his massive girth stretching her porcelain skin until it was translucent. She gripped the sand, her gloved hands digging into the earth as she let out a high, sharp cry—a sound of pure, unrefined data.
He moved with the weight of the ocean, each thrust hitting her fundus with a heavy thud that echoed in her chest. Kyoko’s logical mind shattered; there was no room for thought, only the overwhelming sensation of being "full."
As the climax approached, he finished with a pressurized torrent, a Creampie so massive it began to overflow immediately, slicking her inner thighs and the silk beneath her. But it was the aftermath that fulfilled her request. As he slowly withdrew his massive length, Kyoko’s entrance didn't snap back. She remained gaped—a wide, pulsing, red circle of surrender that stayed open to the night air, unable to retract from the sheer scale of the trauma.
She lay there, her lavender hair matted with sand and sweat, looking down at the "hole" he had left in her. She was a ruin of a woman, leaking white fluid from a gaped abyss that showed exactly how deep his victory had gone. Kyoko looked at the camera, her expression dazed and completely broken of its usual stoicism.
"The evidence... is conclusive," she panted, her eyes rolling back in a final wave of overstimulated bliss. "I am... completely compromised."'

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Kirigiri Casting

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AI art 'Fruit' with user description 'Fern sharing some grapes'

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Fruit

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AI art "Elise's Big Day"

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Elise's Big Day

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AI art 'Praying ❤️' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone.
Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever.
"Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion."
Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless."
"It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic."
Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?"
"I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant."
Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence.
"The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat."
Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise."
Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out."
"And?" Frieren asked softly.
"I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured."
Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection.
"You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme."
Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren."
"If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy."
"Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'

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Praying ❤️

blackhairedstudent

AI art '😻 Kittens, No. 2/2' with user description 'Mirror selfie 📱

So, this is where it all started two weeks ago... with this kitten taking selfies (Kittens, No. 2/1), but I couldn't figure out how to create a prompt that worked (maybe there were to much info for a prompt limited to 62 characters), so I started to experiment with a reference image, but the results were "rigid". Until @zesoul came along and created a prompt that works like a charm.

So, finally, as the last one, I made my own mirror selfie with hands hooked under knees, and completed the set 🥹'

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😻 Kittens, No. 2/2

AI art 'Magazine Cover: Nana-cha' with user description 'Continuing with the trend! Now is Nana-cha's turn.

I wanted to keep the essence of each girl in their covers. Let me know what you think.

Note: remember this trend was initiated by Octavian.'

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Magazine Cover: Nana-cha

AI art '⭕ Ring' with user description 'Once, there was a horror movie, Ring, remake of Japanese horror...'

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⭕ Ring

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